Saturday, September 15, 2018
Rave at Pump #12!
I suppose this happens to everyone from time to time, but living in Hollywood, it seems to happen to me all the time. You know the feeling: you just need ten gallons of Regular, a caffeine-free Diet Dr Pepper, and a box of Twizzlers, but while you're fumbling for your debit card a rave breaks out in front of the mini-mart, and the next thing you know, you're waking up disoriented in the Cool Tent.
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It's never too often to drum up a little business.
Well, I can tell you nothing like that ever happens around where I live.
Old mafiosi lounging outside the Dunkin Donuts, yes. Chris Christie dwelling a few miles up the road, okay. Donald Trump golfing not far over the next hill westward, I admit it.
But nothing like this.
PS: Hiya, Scott and Mary!
Hi Li'l!
Sorry about all gangster types in your neighborhood.
Also the mafiosi.
All the gangster types...
Yeah, you'd never guess it if you saw our pleasant tree-lined streets, respectable looking houses, the statues of Geo. Washington and Tom Paine.
I guess thugs like the country-getaway aspect. The people of Bedminster, just over the next rise as I said, do NOT consider Trumpo's golf club a good neighbor.
Mang, am I old. That corner used to feature Tiny Naylor's, a Standard station & a Safeway. The Mobil station appears eternal ('though it may not have been a Mobil station in the '70s).
I remember Tiny Naylor's, M. ...Where was the Safeway?
I obviously don't stop by here nearly enough!
But it's always a pleasure when you do, Debbi!
The Safeway was on the southeast corner where the Ross Mess for Less is. Think it was a stereo store or something post-Safeway.
I lived on Martel just south of Sunset from 1974-'85. Truly Hollywood's nadir; skanky hos, gentlemen of leisure, & me taking it all in.
ANNTI sez...
Shit like that hasn't happened to me in AGES, and it was NEVER that well-orchestrated. But then, when the Marlins won the series, Miami went berserk for about a week, if that counts.
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